Verdict just came in today,
I think you'd better run.
Getting off the train alive will be my weekend fun.
Got a call from mother:
She said, "You better bring a gun."
I swallow it.
I swallow it right down.
Homeless bums and street psychotics,
Screaming into space.
Trash and piss and smash beer bottles,
Wave them in my face.
Who would ever wanna live in any other place?
Just swallow it.
Just swallow it right down.
I look at tomorrow and I see a smoking pit,
Clapped-out whores, coke dealing cops,
And junkies soaked in spit.
What's that stuff you're smoking mate?
I think I want a hit.
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